Green and the Blue - Fink

Pen on paper seems so permanent

Every line of every letter that I never sent

In the cold light of all the nights we spent

Pen on paper seems to fit

Face to face it seems so hard to find

The hindsight, or the courage not to change your mind

And in the afterglow of all we leave behind

Pen on paper seems to fit

The permanence

The permanence

The permanence of it

The green and the blue

Have seen me through

These trials, these trials

Pen on paper seems so definite

Every innocent simplicity is intricate

When it’s in your hands it’s harder to forget yeah

Pen on paper seems to fit

The permanence of it

The green and the blue

Have seen me through

These trials

Green and the blue

Have seen me through

Yeah…

These trials…

These

Trials